I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 482 The Government in Action

New Bunkyo District.

Below a 'plain and unremarkable' pharmaceutical factory in the third school district.

Guards clad in exoskeleton armor and wielding powerful anti-supernatural weapons patrolled the area; various infrared and acoustic scanning and electronic positioning functions, both overt and covert, were employed; further aided by a range of supernatural detection methods, creating an impenetrable network that made it virtually impossible for anyone other than an insider to infiltrate.

In this underground laboratory, renowned scientists came and went, including:

"Professor Ohsumi, please consider the bigger picture."

A middle-aged man in plain clothes followed behind the man in the white coat, repeatedly trying to persuade him.

The fact that he was dressed in civilian clothes meant that his identity no longer needed to be revealed by 'clothing', because this middle-aged man was a police inspector.

There are only 20 Superintendents of Police in the entire island nation, second only to the Superintendent General of Police, which shows the prestige of this position. Some Superintendents of Police wield terrifying power: for example, the Superintendent of Osaka Police Department, all the police in the Kansai region follow his lead; this Superintendent of Police's attitude is already considered 'respectful to the worthy'.

"impossible!"

But the old professor with a full white beard shook his head decisively, his refusal showing no hesitation.

"Human cloning is an unethical act. Since your Metropolitan Police Department was able to initiate such a project, the cabinet must have already passed a resolution. But I—"

The bearded old professor raised his hand to his chest, his personality as tough as ever, just like when he was a striker on the football team in his youth.

"I stand by my position and will never participate in any experiments related to 'human cloning'!"

Professor Ohsumi was a top biologist and Nobel laureate in the island nation. After the Extraordinary Rebirth, he and another professor worked together to develop the 'Extraordinary Potion,' which ushered in the Extraordinary Era for 'humanity.'

Otherwise, extraordinary power might only belong to a lucky few.

Afterwards, the two professors continued their efforts, burying themselves in the study of various extraordinary creatures in secret places, accumulating a wealth of experience about the extraordinary world, and producing many useful things, such as 'extraordinary rice'.

However, the government's demands now conflict with the old professor's wishes, and the superintendent is powerless to change the professor's insistence.

Can you threaten or coerce the other party?
What a joke!
Not to mention that he is a top biology expert in the island nation, there are countless extraordinary individuals who have taken the medicines he created.

This 'gift of creation' is enough to make those extraordinary individuals take action.

Even after gaining extraordinary power, he still hesitates and looks back?

Then what's the point of being a superhuman!
Besides, the Metropolitan Police Department is a government agency that emphasizes "acting in accordance with the law," and it is not a triad organization that will stop at nothing.

"Hey~~"

After seeing Professor Ohsumi off, the superintendent returned to the main control room of the laboratory.

"I told you long ago, that stubborn old man Osumi would never agree."

"You're just wasting your time."

In the main control room, an elderly professor with white hair was carefully looking at the report in his hand, while casually mocking the police inspector who had just entered.

Unlike Professor Osumi, who had a full beard, the old professor in the main control room had his silver hair neatly combed back and a gentle smile on his face. He looked like a famous teacher with students all over the world.

Indeed, this is true; he has been a professor for fifty years and has taught countless outstanding students.

"Professor Honjo, I must give it a try eventually."

The superintendent wasn't bothered by the professor's words; after all, a genius is bound to receive all sorts of preferential treatment.

As a top biologist like Professor Ohsumi, Professor Honjo also began researching supernatural powers from the time of his transcendental rebirth. Although the nature of supernatural powers remains a mystery to this day, his various discoveries are still epoch-making miracles.

such as--

"In our extraordinary research, we obtained drugs such as Zid-02, Riz-13, and Hel-03."

The silver-haired professor walked to the control panel, pressed a few buttons, and then raised his chin at the screen with a smile.

These drugs were 'byproducts' of his and Professor Ohsumi's research into supernatural powers; although they couldn't grant humans supernatural powers, they did:

"It only takes fourteen days for an embryo to grow into a 14-year-old mature individual."

This is the cornerstone of the cloning project!
Without such technology, in this chaotic supernatural era, if it takes several years to create clones, it's questionable whether Tokyo will even still exist.

Even if we succeed, it will only amount to some 'pieces of meat'.

The superintendent looked at the information on the screen in front of him. Although he was not an expert in the field of biology, since he was in charge of this project, he naturally knew a lot about related knowledge.

Moreover, even if one doesn't understand, one knows that a 'clone' is almost equivalent to a newborn baby; it merely possesses the physique of a young girl, but lacks any related cognition, behavior, habits, abilities, skills, etc.

"Of course, of course."

Professor Honjo nodded repeatedly, this was beyond the scope of 'science'.

But it doesn't matter, he had already thought of a solution.

"Therefore, I have applied to request the deployment of the 'Dream Eater' from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department."

The Baku, one of the "Hundred Demons" of the island nation, is said to set out from the deep forest on every moonlit night and come to people's homes to feed on their nightmares.

It slowly, one after another, sucks people's nightmares into its bag.

After devouring people's nightmares, the tapir quietly returns to the jungle to continue its mysterious life.

Simply put, it is a harmless, even somewhat beneficial, existence: and the extraordinary individuals who obtain the true spirit of the 'Dream Eater' are not only able to absorb nightmares, but also to weave dreams.

This is exactly what Professor Honjo needs!

"You've probably heard the saying that dreams last several times longer than the real world, right?"

"I've heard of it. Some say it's six times, some say it's twenty times, some say it's hundreds or thousands, or even whatever."

The Superintendent General of Police, who was in charge of this experiment, was no ordinary person and quickly provided an answer.

As for the ratio of time flow between reality and dreams:
"In fact, it depends on the speed at which the brain operates—that is, the limit of trillions of connections formed by more than 800 billion neurons."

"Yes, thanks to you all, I've even been able to research this topic at the same time."

Professor Honjo, his silver hair combed back, wore a satisfied smile.

"After all, there are now countless experimental subjects that are not protected by law and that I can 'write' about at will."

"Professor, I must remind you."

The police are on high alert for this professor who is willing to cooperate with the government.

Because the other party is the opposite of the rigid Professor Osumi, he is the kind of scientist who has 'no moral bottom line'. As long as it is beneficial to his research, he doesn't mind using any means! —Note that it is any means.

"Our research is for the purpose of protecting the security of island nations."

"Instead of repeating the mistakes of the British Commonwealth!"

"I understand, I understand."

With his silver hair meticulously combed back, this top biologist, also a Nobel laureate named 'Honjo', smiled slightly.

"Look, even the cells of a random superhuman contain a wealth of information."

"No matter what you think, this is the best of times for me!"

With so many rare experimental subjects, what will become of the Commonwealth?
How could he bear to die!

I hope this professor succeeds—no, I mean, that he can achieve his goal safely. The superintendent in charge of the project is also having a headache. The upright Professor Osumi is unwilling to cooperate, while Professor Honjo, who is willing to cooperate, has no bottom line. Indeed, nothing in this world is perfect. Hopefully, this experiment won't go wrong.

"The Eye of God"

The bloodline of Susanoo!
That's right, Ie is a disgrace to the Dragon level; 'Great Tengu' Chuutokuin is also a 'swift and agile' character.

But that doesn't mean they're weak! Even if it's Ie, how many Demon-level beings could defeat him?

Moreover, if we create distance, we can start with a 'Fake Dog Cannon'.

Besides self-preservation, a demon-level expert...
What else can I do?
How could an island nation's government not be envious of such power?
Since it is the power of bloodline, then if we could obtain a pair of controlled 'God's Eyes' through scientific cloning technology...
Even if we can't, even just creating a batch of 'mass-produced superhumans' would be a great victory!
That person has already tacitly approved, and of the superhumans connected to Poison Island, only Xiao remains—Xiao is currently 'out of contact' and should still be busy rescuing Jiu Kong Yao Ai. He has neither the energy nor the knowledge to know about all that has happened.

In this way, the Metropolitan Police Department can finally unleash its full potential and build its 'Poison Island Legion' in various ways.

In this era of surging supernatural forces, only by seizing every opportunity can one win a chance to survive!
"Our cause is just."

The superintendent muttered to himself, while Professor Honjo—justice? Could that thing be used for experiments?

No? Then that's garbage!

"Soon, an extraordinary army of clones will be born in my hands."

Just thinking about it...

Professor Honjo was so excited that he felt as if he had become decades younger!
Research is his greatest pleasure.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

School District 7

Xiangqiu University.

"I want to praise a student,"

The female teacher on the podium glanced at the many students and her gaze settled on a boy with a sea urchin-shaped haircut.

"During the 'extraordinary disaster' a few days ago, Kamijou assisted the student council in rescuing many elderly people and orphans. Let's give him a round of applause!"

slap slap slap,

After the applause subsided slightly, the female teacher gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"And this cultural exam."

"Kamijo's grades have improved significantly, which makes the teacher very happy."

"Although there's still a gap between us and 'Advanced Pyromancy,' I believe that hard work will definitely pay off. Keep it up!"

After speaking, the female teacher lightly clenched her fist, displaying a charmingly innocent demeanor that suggested her enthusiasm hadn't yet subsided; this caused the applause from the many boys in the class to become even more intense. It should be noted that their teacher was very young and beautiful, the object of many high school boys' fantasies. Therefore:
"Kamijou-kun, you're really making waves here~~"

"The target is actually a specialist in sorcery?"

"So sharp-tongued?"

After class, a bunch of boys surrounded Touma Kamijou, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"Wait, is there something wrong with this?"

"What a misfortune!"

As Touma Kamijou 'braves' his way out of the crowd, he shouts his usual catchphrase while fleeing the school.

However, after leaving school, he habitually headed towards secluded alleys.

The cameras here have been damaged.
Is something illegal?

"Have you thought it through? Do you want to buy our goods?"

as predicted,

Soon a sharp sound came from the alley.

"Is your product really effective?"

Another hesitant voice rang out, filled with longing and hesitation.

“It’s packaged!”

"See this senior from Jinghua High School next to me? He used my stuff and has already mastered a 'technique'!"

"This is a secret medicine that is currently under research. One injection in the morning and one at night will guarantee that your physique will easily reach the standard, allowing you to punch Tyson and kick Usyk—well, that was a few years ago."

These former 'boxing champions' have also experienced a second spring in the era of superhumans, with many becoming extraordinary individuals with astonishing strength.

But as this sharp voice said, with his drug, defeating a former world boxing champion would be a piece of cake.

"I...I have no money,"

Another voice rang out.
However, the reason for this is quite reasonable.

"No money?"

"What kind of superhuman do you want to be if you don't have money?"

The sharp voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying an impatient tone.

"Unless you are exceptionally gifted, you should honestly get acupuncture and take medicine to raise your physique above the standard level—the stronger your physique, the higher your chances of becoming an extraordinary person!"

"Those privileged children eat extraordinary rice and consume artificial Devil Fruits. In essence, aren't they also relying on external forces?"

While the drugs he promotes carry a 'slight' risk and are rather 'radical,' are they really afraid of such a small difficulty if they want to become extraordinary?
That's worse than going home early, buying a burial plot, and waiting to be caught in the crossfire of a supernatural battle and die without even knowing why.
"If you really don't have the money, we can also provide a range of loan services."

"Once you become a superhuman, it will be easy to pay off this debt."

That's what they say, but in reality, all sorts of tricks were secretly used in these loan transactions.

This ensures that even if the other party becomes an extraordinary being, they will find it difficult to repay the debt in a short period of time, thus becoming an object of exploitation.

Not everyone who becomes a superhuman can soar to great heights. Most dog-level and a small number wolf-level individuals will still face various restrictions and may even have to join an organization to protect themselves. For example, when Xiao Gang first arrived in Tokyo, he almost became a raw material for superhuman elixirs.

That kind of 'barbaric behavior' has gradually disappeared, and has been replaced by various organizations vying for power and expansion.

what?
Those with loans used drugs.
Could he break through to the level of a powerful wolf, or even a tiger?
Are you perhaps here to make fun of us, sir? With your talent, you would have been a superior person long ago. Why bother mingling in the lowly circle?
In short, the supernatural community is becoming increasingly complex, and even in Academy City, there are many instances of people taking drugs to attend school—the earliest supernatural beings broke through their limits by using drugs, so this can be seen as following in the footsteps of their predecessors.
"stop!"

Just then, a voice broke the silence of the transaction in the alley.

The boy with the urchin-shaped haircut stood at the alley entrance, looking at a shocked and angry student in the uniform of Jinghua High School, as well as several other boys and girls in the uniforms of 'ordinary schools'.

“Selling drugs that are not designated by the government is a violation of the school’s laws.”

"You should stop now—"

"have a finger in the pie!"

The only student from Jinghua High School who hadn't shown any expression, and who had been leaning against the wall, stood up.

"It's just earning some pocket money, and some ungrateful bastards are trying to act like heroes?"

(End of this chapter)